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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Slaying Shadows (Translucent #4), Teaser #3

Hey readers!

Next Thursday, December 17, Slaying Shadows, the fourth book in my Translucent series, comes out! If you haven't checked out this series yet, you can do so here! Because I'm so freaking excited to share this book with you, I thought I'd give you one final teaser to hold you over for the next week! Are you ready?Slaying Shadows, Teaser #2

The plan was simple: pretend
to be Emory’s girlfriend for an afternoon and wheedle out her secrets from him
directly, since he had spent the most time around her and knew her better than
anybody. Even Megan.

But that meant I had to be
edgy, because apparently my doppelgänger was edgy.

I could be edgy.

I could so be edgy.

Breathing fast, I veered into
the history wing and put on my game face—glaring eyes, flared nostrils, pursed
lips . . .

You’re about to impersonate his lover, Leona, not
shank a bitch.

I let off on my game face but
kept the heated stare.

Mr. Delaney’s open doorway
came into view, grumpy seniors filing inside . . . and then him—one arm braced against the wall,
triceps popping out of a tight T-shirt, letterman jacket slung over one
shoulder, sneaking the last hit of a cigarette behind his friends literally
right in front of a teacher.

I returned the smolder and
walked right up to him, vaguely aware of parting the circle of senior jocks
around him. They rolled their eyes and left us alone, muttering something about
us. Emory straightened up, took a final drag, and flicked the butt after them.

I folded my arms and leaned
against the wall, biting my lower lip to stop it from trembling. “Ditch your
last class and hang out with me,” I ordered.

See, I can be edgy.

He swiveled his body over
mine, pinning me against the wall, and suddenly he was way too close. My heart jittered and skipped a beat, and instantly,
heat ran down my front like liquid. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t
think . . . oh God, how did the other me pull this off?

“What’s the magic word?” His
voice broke into my reverie.

“Rhododendron.” Somehow, I
managed to keep my voice even and not betray my nervousness. I locked eyes with
him, keeping up the act. “Ditch your class. Hang out with me. It’s not a
question.”

“No can do. We got a test
today.”

“Do I look like I care?” I
shot for sexy, missed, and hit plain rude instead. “Come on, are you scared?”

I hardly cared at this point,
already drunk off some heady combination of nerves and danger.

The corner of his mouth
twitched up. “A back massage, huh? You know, now that you mention it, my
shoulder is kind of sore—” he rolled his shoulder back, clearly faking it,
“ooh, yeah—and my dad’s not home
today . . .”

Oh boy, what was I getting
myself into?

“. . . but
there’s still the issue of the test,” he continued, “and the fact that you’re
asking me to ditch school, which is against the rules, as you
know . . . All I’m saying is this better be the best damn
massage—”

“I said if you behave yourself.” What
does that even mean, Leona? Why do you keep saying that?

“And if I don’t?” He cocked
an eyebrow, eyes twinkling.

“Then,
uh . . . you have to give me a back massage,” I dared, doing all
I could to not lose our staring contest. Oh
God, why did I just say that?

“Challenge accepted,” he
blurted before I could take it back, and he broke into a knowing smirk like
he’d gotten the better end of a deal. Which he very likely had.

I had the bad feeling that
“back massage” was actually code for sex and I had just seriously overpromised.

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